"Ding-bell." The crisp ringtone broke the silence in the room and startled the birds outside the window.
"Who is this?" A slightly hoarse voice suppressed the awakened Tetsuya Kamiya who sat up with messy hair.
"It's me, Midorikawa." A gentle voice came from the phone, "You asked me to buy a fully automatic sweeping robot. I'm ready. Do you need me to escort you to the door of your room?"
Kamiya Tetsuya subconsciously said: "I buy it?"
Midorikawa, who was holding the sweeping robot, was stunned for a moment, as if thinking about something, and said cautiously: "I think I remembered it wrong."
Kamiya Tetsuya sat on the bed and didn't respond for two seconds before he remembered that he was so fascinated by the advertisement yesterday that he asked his subordinates to run errands to help buy something on a whim.
As soon as I woke up, I lost interest.
He yawned and said, "It's okay, I'll buy it. I need it now."
Thinking that this was a bit of an insult, Kamiya Tetsuya added, "If you don't return it, just reimburse it on the account, and you can pay for the errand yourself."
He was still feeling dizzy, and after staying up all night, he could barely speak, so his voice sounded weak.
"Okay." The other party paused for two seconds, then changed the subject, "Please take care of yourself. If possible, I'm willing to help you with work matters."
All-night Game 놅 Kamiya Tetsuya: "Ah...thank you?"
[So liqueur has been helping Scotland develop so early?]
[Kamiya Tetsuya is working late again, please eat some food for your body...]
Hey, what was he looking at just now?
The picture in front of me suddenly blurred for a moment, and a strange sentence suddenly appeared and disappeared.
Tetsuya Kamiya rubbed his eyes. In front of him was his 75-inch high-definition TV. The sunlight leaked through the gaps in the curtains, making it a little bright.
It must be an illusion!
Kamiya Tetsuya was sure that how could anyone see him at work, he had been playing fish for several years, even Gin gave up and bothered him to go on a mission.
Before I could finish my thoughts, a text message suddenly popped up on my phone.
[We will be at the training ground in half an hour. You will be late at your own risk. ——g]
Tetsuya Kamiya: ??? What is that old Eastern saying? Is it about Cao Cao or Liu Bei?
[Send me a breakfast, Meiji wants lettuce. ——lieur]
After replying to the message, Tetsuya Kamiya walked slowly into the bathroom to wash up. The young man in the mirror had a blank expression on his face, as if he was sleeping on the spot, with only a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.
His skin is quite sensitive, so bumps and bruises show up easily. He just rubbed his eyes and got hurt immediately... It would be so embarrassing if Gin saw this.
Tetsuya Kamiya tried to save his face by splashing cold water on it, but it ended up making the red marks more obvious.
He gave up struggling and looked up at his mirror, where the strange black words suddenly appeared again.
[Wuwuwu, I am Kamiya, don’t cry, mommy is so sad!]
[It's too stressful, right? I have to go on a mission with Gin early in the morning, and every time I go on a mission, my hands are stained with the blood of innocent people...]
[Who is this person? Staring at the mirror like that, so narcissistic?]
[Newcomer above? Are you following the main storyline of Conan? If you know Tetsuya Kamiya, I suggest you start with the Conan if storyline (link).]
[Collect, I'll go now!]
[By the way, prepare tissues and be prepared to cry from beginning to end. I have experienced this.]
[Wuwuwu, he is not looking at himself narcissistically, he is looking at his soul which has been dyed red by blood! Even if he washes himself with cold water every day, he can't wash away the pain in his heart...]
[Gam, this is just the beginning, sister, please stop using your knife.]
There was a roar from below, and Kamiya Tetsuya stood in front of the mirror, feeling that his worldview was showing signs of shattering.
He seemed to have just washed his face a little, so why did these strange words pop up?
Wipe the mirror hard, and the black words disappear instantly, replaced by loadg80 in the upper corner of your field of vision.
What a hell!
Of course, let's see the content inside the ghost. Is that guy called Tetsuya Kamiya?
Tetsuya Kamiya stood there and waited for a while, but the word did not appear.
He pondered for a moment, and felt that he might have stayed up too late and developed a feeling of despair.
Tetsuya Kamiya walked out of the bathroom and looked down at the time. It had been more than 20 minutes since he sent the message, and the delay was obvious.
Forget it, think about it, one minute late and ten minutes late are the same thing, just take your time.
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When Tetsuya Kamiya arrived at the training ground, he met Gin's murderous gaze. He staggered over and stretched out his hand: "Where's breakfast?"
"How do you talk to your brother?"
"Vodka." Gin said coldly, "Give it to him."
Vodka took out a hot Meiji from his bag and handed it over with a sullen look on his face.
Kamiya Tetsuya unpacked the package as if no one was around, dangling the thermos bottle around his neck. He sniffed it and said with satisfaction, "The egg is eight-tenths cooked, done well."
Vodka was confused by his familiar tone and subconsciously said, "Thank you." Then he pushed his sunglasses stiffly and shut up completely.
Gin pointed at the young man standing next to him like a wooden man with a cold face and said to Kamiya: "Amuro Toru, his shooting training will be handed over to you, and you will also be responsible for the assessment of obtaining the number in two days."
Kamiya Tetsuya: “Hmm?”
He looked up and saw a young man in a black uniform with blond hair and dark skin watching calmly. He looked very capable.
Are you looking for new members? There are so many young people these days.
Kamiya Tetsuya swallowed slowly and said to Meiji: "I can't shoot, you should change someone else, I think Chianti is wrong."
Gin put his hand on the gun on his waist, murderous aura overflowing, and just when Vodka was about to bleed all over the training ground, the former swung the gun directly, flying straight into the young man's face.